Pitchfork Music Fest - Sunday (Mazlin Edition)

Okay, so basically I’m doing this review as a favor for my Dad because he can’t shut up about his blog. I’m like, ‘Dad, I could count the number of your readers on my fingers and toes’ and he’s like ‘Not true. You can’t count.’ So, that kind of put an end to that argument. Anyway, here’s my review, if you even care what a baby thinks about indie rock.

The afternoon – Apparently Blitzen Trapper is supposed to be great and all. Whatevs. Anyway, I have a nap fail early in the day, so we miss them. Am I supposed to care or something?

The ride over –I have my Elmo close by and I’m ready to rock out with my blocks out.

The Walkmen – Everyone around me appears to be enjoying this band, but I can’t hear because of the apple hat that I got from Miss Amanda and the giant pink headphones I got from Miss Nanette. I play with some of my blocks and eat some crunchy-melty things, so I guess I have what qualifies as an okay time. I’ll probably check out The Walkmen if they’re still together when I’m five.

My gear – Stylish, so stylish. I think I’m out-hipstering most of the hipsters here. God, now that I think about it, everyone here is so old.

M83 – This band is awesome. They sound just like the kind of music that you’d hear soundtracking the Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, etc. It’s the sound of a freshman crush, awkward and off limits, like butterflies in the chest of a fourteen-year-old. Can’t say I know what any of that means, but it sure sounds good, just like M83.

My feedbag – During M83, I eat strawberries through a mesh bag like my parents think I’m some kind of farm animal. Whatever, strawberries are good, I’ll act like a horse if that’s what it takes.

Grizzly Bear – The first song sounds AWESOME. And then my Dad drags me off into the car. My number one anticipated band, and I’m whisked away like I’m an enemy of the state. I wanted to hear Easier. I wanted to hear Cheerleader. I wanted to hear more people talk about how cute I am. But noooooo...

Flaming Lips – I’m in my crib long before they go on. But if you listen closely, you might still hear me singing something off the Soft Bulletin. What a great album.